Army of the Damned

VOLUME 4 Chapter 10

Late in the evening of Stella, with its tall skyscrapers of glass and polished steel gleamed brightly even in the darkness of the night. Helicopters orbited around its perimeter wall, searchlights scouting every inch of the dense forestry as trains went in and out of the main gate.

Within the walls of its hospital. Located near the center that sat next to a large mall was Jackson. Sleeping soundly on his fifth floor VIP patient room as black SUVs pulled up on the front and back and Agents clad in suits dashed towards the lobby and choppers fastroped kill teams onto the roof.

Flickering neon lights on the hospital hallway greeted Alana and Bahamut. The two ready for a fight as they could feel the Mana shifting towards the intersection that leads to the central waiting area and reception. With her Longsword out, she looks at the Dragon sitting on her shoulder. "She has already sensed us. But I feel only caution coming from the thirsty bloodsucker."

Calming herself, the Countess turns the corner and meets the Vampire Queen still in her purple dress that exposes her upper breast and shoulders as her skin is visibly steaming off. Holding with her left hand is a Medical Icebox containing her heart. "We meet again, Minuit. Thou's service to a cause is truly astounding. Yet, you have not shown me a lick of this."

Much to their surprise, Elizabeth no longer had her crown on her or most of her jewelry and gem accessories. Instead wearing her frilly purple gown bare with the basics. "And you, Black Dragon. Just who art thou?" leaning her head forward, she stared straight back into the eyes of the Queen. "Bahamut, the Black Dragon of the Void. You will die here now that Augustus is no longer present to tie me down."

Standing completely still as sounds of boots can be heard sprinting up and down the central staircase, the Queen lifts the sides of her skirt. Elegantly lifting it up as she lowered her head.

Jackson finds himself in a derelict Cathedral in the Dark Continent. Walking through the destroyed pews in full Eldritch Armor, with his Python revolver holstered on his right hip while his Longsword sheathed in the left. The clanking of his plates echoes through the long destroyed relic. Going up to the second floor, the wooden steps crumble from the weight of his equipment as dust billows downward leaving him without a proper way out.

Arriving at the floor, his eyes lock onto the Hunter's Cap with a Hippogriff's Feather. Her long black dovetail leather coat swayed from the air coming from the broken walls as he stomped forward. Taking the attention of the tall woman who is facing towards the stained circular window.

Turning around with her tied hair slowly revealing a young beautiful woman with Silver Blonde hair and light blue eyes. Her sleeves had pure white frills and the cravat she wore perfectly showing the curves of her body. "Oh my, oh my. What did I do now?" Her voice was cute and energetic, that of a teenager who just got found out.

"Lady Mary, Demon and Monster Huntress of the Hunters Association." Jackson's crass and manly voice in return was the opposite of hers. Rugged, deep, and heavy. The muffling of his great helm did little to hide the anger in his tone. "That's Lady Mary of the Arendhal Family to you." shrugging his head, he looks down through the crevices of the wooden flooring.

From above. The porcelain tiles of the Cathedral make out a path to the Altar. "Really? Family names? Larpers really are something." stomping his sabatons still, the clanks of the plates hitting one another came closer and closer to the Huntress. "What? We're in a second reality. Why not go all the way?"

"On the other hand, you know why I'm here. Or do you not?" tiny house spiders scatter at the sight of the two seemingly unmoving objects getting close to one another. "I guess it's something about getting detected in one of your factories." Unbuttoning the holster latch, the Knight General's eyes peer through the slits of his helm, aiming straight for the woman's nape. "Exactly."